Poems Written by Edward Lyons Below the Springs on the Rainbow River Nighttime mist, drifting off the water, has filled the whole air. Young people from the suburbs, tired and amazed how last evening such love, such love of being, being Here could have flowed like candlelight, their melded voice around the four guitarists, now, like awakening birds, salute the day. She stirs the ashes; he lays needles and twigs on the dim coals, and the breakfast fire kindles. Unfocused strummings Invade the shattering mist. In twos and threes, They wander toward the table. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> Bright laughter & the smell of woolen coats in the damp night air— & I wonder & I lose my sense of words, & I lose my bearings so it seems that even the atoms of our cells flash between us, heart lungs & liver— the marrow of our ribs beneath the cold stars such waves emanate between she & I merging in the soft harmonics of a dream & a dream intertwined with the waves of light the impact of her soft hair & so she is my queen & companion & the rain is streaming down The windows— 10 Gwangju News August 2009 Though I contain Though I contain the seeds of every kind of love Still I reign the feelings that would fly as lightning slings the sky Nor can I discern where my emotions end & hers begin we’ve yet to learn the destiny that drives us from within whether we are apart or spending time together And though she stands at the intersection of a thousand dreams and foreign lands speaking through the rhythms of her hands until my heart is bursting at the seams with melody of every tenderness & though I bless The minutes that she weaves through magic hours like springtime flowers & autumn leaves still I’m afraid that in the forest of her soul In light & shade I’d lose my way for after all of this I do not know her better than I do today it’s hard to tell what is & isn’t so on the heart’s high wire I hold her hand where far below the ocean waters roll and break on the rocks & the shifting sand